Alice in Chains - Breath on a Window Lyrics
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Breath on a Window
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What Are The Lyrics For Breath on a Window By Alice in Chains?
I mending fence along the road
Barely holding together Mapless zone the road signs holes Keep ahead of the weather Long past time to close dead eyes Find a break in the highway Out here I'm invisible Very few going my way Breath on a window, showing tic tac toe Rear view reflecting there ain't nobody home Ghost town strip of misery I ain't feeling no better Road kill heart inside of me Follow it to the letter Sundown brings a welcome change Everything that's hiding More at home in landscapes strange Are you selling I'm buying Breath on a window showing tic tac toe Rear view reflecting there ain't nobody home Cigarette burn holes outline an old soul Connect the dot scribbling And you would never know Failed to heed the signal Thought you got through just in time Crashing hard upon your ego Penetrated from the side I'd let you go, but you're always in the way I'm the damage done, your scar of yesterday I'd love to go, but you're always in the way I'm the damage done, your scar of yesterday I'd love to go, but you're always in the way I'm the damage done, your scar of yesterday I'd love to go, but you're always in the way I'm the damage done, your scar of yesterday I'd love to go, but you're always in the way I'm the damage done, your scar of yesterday |
Who Wrote Breath on a Window By Alice in Chains?
Jerry Cantrell
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What's The Duration Of The Breath on a Window By Alice in Chains?The duration of Breath on a Window is 5:20 minutes and seconds. |
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